Poetry
Stepping Back
Sometimes peace begins where our need for answers ends. The room grows still, the noise recedes, the branches I let go…
Poetry
On Reading Stepping Back Aloud
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A poem on the page is half a thing. The mouth finds the seams, the hesitations, the places where the line wanted more air than I had given it.
I read mine aloud now before they leave the house. It is the only editing I fully trust.
“If I cannot say it plainly, I have not yet understood it.”
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Poetry
Words That Found Their Way to Paper
A poem rarely arrives in a hurry. It waits at the edge of the page until you are honest enough to look at it.